She

In youth she was a lioness—strength and speed her only assets,
Her young—a hefty function she has not once forsaken.
In age she is but a symbol of dedication, of soul,
Of many decades of hard work, of sacrifice and resolve.
In life she is a giver, who grants her all and her best.
For each of my endeavours in me the power she vests.
As well she is a taker of burden in my penance.
And when a storm is begotten, she too comes and tames the torrent.
To me she gives her acceptance, a gift for keeps and for guidance;
Every step thereafter I make, by my side, a place she'd take.
From her the courage I find to face the snags of mankind;
For as much grit as I can rally, I'd be lost without her light.